Luke combines two parables in
todays Gospel, that of the mustard seed and that of the useless servants. The former
is perhaps the better subject for a homily because its meaning is clearer. However, the
second is deeper and richer. There is no such thing as a little faith any more than there
is a little pregnancy. Faith is an overwhelming power no matter how weak it may seem.
Given half a chance it will take over and direct our lives, comforting us when we are
discouraged and challenging us when we are complacent. The second parable is at first
glance hard to reconcile with Jesuss claim that his apostles are friends, not
servants in St. Johns Gospel. Perhaps he is being ironic here: you cant earn
my love, its already given to you. Respond to my love with love of your own, but
dont run around trying to impress me with how diligent you are.

Once upon a time it was a mothers
fiftieth birthday (oh, horror of horrors!). Her children who loved her very much were
determined to make the birthday party truly spectacular. The rented a hall, hired an
orchestra, invited a huge crowd, and ordered dinner from the best caterer in the
neighborhood. Each one of them presented a little speech about how wonderful their mother
was. So hard did they work to make the party a complete success that they wore themselves
and bickered through the whole evening. Each one tried to outdo the others in professing
love for their wonderful mother. The mother cried through the whole party she was so
happy. Well, said her husband, after it was all over, now you know how much your children
love you. Oh, she said, with a sigh, I knew that all along. They didnt have to prove
it to me. Im very grateful to them. Still, wouldnt it have been much nicer if
was only you and me and them sitting around a table and enjoying ourselves and the love we
all have for one another.